For Debra
I will always remember those
warm summer nights. Just out of
school and nothing to do.
under the stars swaying to
Van Morrison's Tupelo Honey
(your an angel of the first degree)
Can I forget the touch
of your hand in mine?
The scent of silken hair?
No-
never.
and never is so long a time.
Wait for me Debra like the buds
wait for spring; shinning in their own sweet time.
Wait for me Debra
I'll be coming home soon.
Copyright © Allen Beilschmidt Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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